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SHAWN CHRYSTOPHER lyrics : "The Credits"

I got all these hoes stepping like they Deltas
My fine flow is first class, ^!$$%, Delta
My wine ho is 40 plus, ^!$$%, Stella

My Latin ho be causing dramas like Novellas
But I be in that Tony Stark %#@!
Audi when I park %#@!

I can smell your breath from here
It's obvious you talk %#@!
Ha, I'm not the best this year

Ya'll be talking dog %#@!
And every time I spit a classic verse they be like, "Aww %#@!"
^!$$%s asking me for beats

Homie I don't give a $#&@
All my $#&@ing beats for me
Ya'll ain't even trill enough

Numbers never lie to a ^!$$%, but people do often
And that's why you'll never see a number in a coffin
So rest in peaces

Oh, you $#&@ing Christinas
My (*##$es be doing lines then jetting like Mr. Revis
She giving me butt and head so ain't no way that I'm leaving

I smoke more than I say, so ain't no way that I'm Jesus
Vegetarians, ain't no way you can meet us
Unless you (*##$es Hungarian, ain't no way you can greet us now

I'm getting paid (*##$, and I ain't sharing any
I'm rolling up in my Benz like Wheelchair Jimmy
We poppin' bottles to ourselves

Ya'll be sharing Remy
I only eat a couple women, but prepare plenty
Some raw, some well done

My (*##$ get paid like Oprah but still be having that Gayle fun
Now I adjusting to the fame fast
Hope it don't take away best friend like I'm Dame Dash

I be moving train fast, looking like a $#&@ing BART
Every time I hit the club I'm dunking like a $#&@ing Spur
Ya'll be on that bull%#@!, rapping about that tool %#@!

All white GTMA6 I call that (*##$ my cool whip
I was always laughed at
Never was I laughed with

So on Grammy night I will be stunting with a bad (*##$
OMG a bad (*##$? yeah, LMFAO. STFU IDGAF boy if you didn't know
All my ^!$$%s ride with me, looking like a carpool

Baby you can lap it with my ^!$$% if the car full,
See I'm a trainer, your boyfriend's a trainee
Beach & Centinela, fighting streets like I'm Zangief

and I don't give a $#&@ what ya'll be on
Cause I'm the $#&@ing Dream Olajuwon
So why you acting so silly

Since I'm the dream then please have
My baby Christina Mili
My chain is looking so chilly

Outdated like Mrs. Willy
By Willy I mean that rapper turned actor who's worth a billi
When Usher was $#&@ing chilly I made my first trip to Philly

Then sprinted to New York City in hopes of signing a dealy
My ^!$$% Harlem Cash, his manager's name was Vinny
and Vinny was talking %#@!, but now Vinny he work at Denny's

So, uh, $#&@ you (*##$
So much money for one ^!$$%, I'm too rich
So many (*##$es I be wishing I had two dicks

Instead I'm blessed with one that's longer than a pool stick
I'm in that cleaned up Range, on them G'ed up thangs
We at Phillipe's while you saving up for P.F. Changs

Girl, hop up in this truck
You know what's up
You remind me of my ex so I'm hoping to $#&@

And then baby we could have a baby on some boss things
My offspring see more green than golf swings
We in the back of the limo trying to consummate

But she ain't giving up %#@!, I guess she constipate
Uh, bet you ain't know that I was this cold
You ^!$$%s dick ride, I get my dick rode

Now watch how I shine
As I present to you Silent Films for the Blind, mother$#&@er



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